"Silvermoon!" A silver she-cat was fighting with a large tom near the edge on a ravine, she heard her friend yowl to her. I'm sorry, but I can't let darkscar win.... She thought.
A tortishel she-cat stood watching her friend fight against the tom, he was winning, and silvermoon was tiring. no...I can't let her do this. Her kits need her!. The tortishel thought, and barreled head first into the tom, knocking him and silvermoon away from the edge, and breaking them apart. She crouched, growling and stood protectively infront of silvermoon.
"What are you doing, paintedwhisker! Don't get into this, it isn't your battle!" Silvermoon meowed from behind.
Paintedwhisker hissed, "when it involves the fate of the clans, it's everyone's fight!" She ran at the tom, who was laughing at the fact that the small cat thought she could win. She felt her claws meet his pelt, and hung on tightly. "You killed my brother! And threaten the four clans, I won't let you destroy them!" She growled as he bit and scratched her. She was edging towards the cliff face.
"You can't beat me, your barley even a warrior!" Darkscar growled before biting down hard on paintedwhisker's leg, she yowled in anger and pain.
Silvermoon was standing close to the two, ready to jump in. She was about to when she gasped. THE CLIFF FACE WAS CRACKING! "Paintedwhisker, let him go, save yourself! Don't throw your life away lye me fight him!"
Paintedwhisker ignored her friend, and rolled them both off the edge, Darkscar let go, but too late, he plummeted into the raging rapids below leaving paintedwhisker hanging on the edge, by a paw. "S-silvermoon, help me!" She squeaked, she didn't want to die, she was just been made a warrior, and her long time friend had just asked her to be his mate, she didn't want to leave yet, but she knew that it was her destiny.
Silvermoon rushed over, and grabbed her scruff between her own jaws. "Hang on" she growled through the fur, trying to pull her up, with out being dragged over.
Paintedwhisker closed her eyes, trying to scramble up, and felt soft fur weave around her, she opend her eyes, she was in a clearing, her brother facing her, his calico pelt full of stars. He shook his head, "your destiny is fulfilled, you can't deny it, join us, it's fate." Then him, and the clearing faded. She was back in reality.
"Silvermoon, let me go!" She meowed, listening to her brothers words.
She shook her head. "What, why?"
Paintedwhisker was about to answer when she felt herself falling, she slipped from her friends grip! "Paintedwhisker, no!" Silvermoon yowled from the cliff face.
Paintedwhisker twisted in the air trying to get a grip on a ledge coming up. She felt her head hit something herd, then a pain passed through her. She couldn't move, and saw blood slowly pool around her, she had landed on the ledge, but hit her head off a rock, and was dying. She heard paw steps, and her friends voice. "Don't worry, um...I-it's going t-to be fine. B-barknose, he he can-" she was cut off by painted whisker.
"N-no. It's m-my destiny, I-I was glad to had b-been born into shadowc-clan. And glad to of m-met you..." She chocked out. And then closed her eyes softly, letting the darkness over come her. She woke up again, in the camp of starclan, her brother was there to greet her.
He sighed, "there is peace now, but darkness will rise again. And destroy the clans from the inside, unless fire and water can become one and banish it forever."
. Ok, so I know it isn't really a story, but I thought of this ending, and had to post it. I'm going to make the story, starting tomorrow. But tell me whet you think of the ending, it might change I'm not sure.